John Dryden Quotes
Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen,Fallen from his high estate,And welt'ring in his blood;Deserted, at his utmost need,By those his former bounty fed,On the bare earth exposed he lies,With not a friend to close his eyes.
John Dryden
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I guess you'd call me an independent, since I've never identified myself with one party or another in politics. I always decide my vote by taking as careful a look as I can at the actual candidates and issues themselves, no matter what the party label.
Jackie Robinson
America tends to worship the modest talent because it doesn't put us in an uncomfortable position vis-a-vis the artist.
Carlisle Floyd
My hunger is always there.
Usain Bolt
I think I began to like writing a lot more, and to be a better writer, when I did it for a while alone. It made me a little more confident about my style.
Patricia Marx
Being in the public eye, you can't really avoid a lot of questions. A lot of questions are being thrown at you, whether it's about your personal life or your personal beliefs, and I'm happy to answer them all.
Yuna
In time we grow older, we grow wiser, we grow smarter, and we're better. And I feel like I'm becoming more seasoned, although I don't have my salt-and-pepper hair.
Usher
I want to wake up every day and feel that I'm training harder than my competitors, that I'm dieting harder, that I'm recovering better. That's what gives me confidence when I'm lining up on the blocks. I've never gone out to prove people wrong. I just want to be the best that I can possibly be.
Oscar Pistorius
I always accessorise with jewellery. I am a bit of a magpie; I love sparkles, and so wearing jewellery makes me feel more exciting and confident, too!
Amber Le Bon
When I am sad and wearyWhen I think all hope has goneWhen I walk along High HolbornI think of you with nothing on
Adrian Mitchell
Of course, I love football, but I'm not one of those die-hard fans that never miss a game or with rooms devoted to team colors. At the end of the day, it's just a game.
Katherine Webb
Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen,Fallen from his high estate,And welt'ring in his blood;Deserted, at his utmost need,By those his former bounty fed,On the bare earth exposed he lies,With not a friend to close his eyes.
John Dryden